I smiled and turned to Rob, "See, told you she wouldn't say anything." He just shrugged. "How did she take it? I mean, she came over to my place, like on Wednesday, and she cried desi on my shoulder the whole evening you know, and she just wouldn't explain anything." "Sorry," I apologised, "I haven't talked to her since then. I couldn't. It was indian hard enough breaking up with her. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do." "Well, I guess, now that we all know, we can maybe make it easier for her." "Do you still… love her?" he asked timidly. "I'm not in love with her anymore. I'm not even sure I ever really was … it's not…" Rob was looking at me and I looked into his eyes, wanting to say that what I felt for him was a lot stronger that what I had ever felt for her, and that I now knew what it really felt like to be in love with someone, but I didn't really want to get into that kind of detail with them. I kind of had the feeling that they understood, so I didn't add anything. "But I do love her though. I just can't be … her boyfriend anymore." Damon sighed. "That's gotta be tough for her." "I know. But…what else can I do? I've been lying to her for the past two months, she deserved to know." "I'll talk to her," he promised. "Thanks. I hope she'll be okay." "Are you gonna tell your parents?" Dylan asked. Jordan laughed, "You want him to get killed?" he asked him, pointing at me. "I was thinking about Rob!" he said. "No way," Rob told them, "I'm not ready to do that. But I kinda think my mum's suspecting something." I agreed with him, she probably was, but so far, she hadn't confronted us with it. "Jeez, I swear Mark, be careful, like, make sure your dad doesn't find out and Thomas also," Dylan recommended to me, my brother being one hell of an asshole as well. He was always aggressive and disrespectful. He never shared anything with me and always blamed everything bad he did on me to get me in trouble, and it would always work. He knew my father would be on his side no matter what. I was the bad son and he was the good one and he’d always taken advantage of this. My father would never hit him. He would always approve of everything Thomas did and I had never been able to figure out why. He hated me, but he loved Thomas. Everything I did, everything I said was wrong, and Thomas and I, we simply didn't have the same father. I woke up in my chambers. “Yeah… You and me both,” Brett says. 6. When your free period arrives you will strip put on the blindfold, cuff your hands Maxi leaned over then began to lick indian the fluid from my cock and balls. He said he wasn’t thirsty but thanked you. “H-Hey!” Max said, trying to turn around to pull away, but he felt Nelson’s elbow and forearm press against the back of his head, pinning his face to the desi white shower walls. She had never gotten along with the help on the ranch, thought they were over paid and under worked. I cried in weak pleasure as his fingers explored my rectum. He gently nuzzled her throat and growled again, softly this time, then pulled back sitting again on his haunches. Alex followed out of concern and curiosity. "I say again, come in, Outmute one. Her face was overcome with a bit of surprise and joy and pride and lust all mixed together. Each time he spurted, he tried to shove his dick even deeper inside her. She felt so delicious. Soon, I only saw blissful acceptance upon her face. If correct they got one point.